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So sweet the hour -- so calm the time, / I feel it more than half a crime, / When Nature sleeps and stars are mute, / To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes / An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven, / Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above / Sees in the sea a second love.
Within the valleys dim and brown, / And on the spectral mountain's crown, / The wearied light is dying down;
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky / Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine / Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list -- so soft and low / Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow, / That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem / My words the music of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude, / Upon thy slumber shall intrude, / Our thoughts, our souls -- O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.